Goodbye Dimension, hello Inspiron...



I love, no, adore Dell. I ordered my new love late Saturday night and it shipped today.

I’ve had this intense desire to spend money lately. So yesterday I made my second trip of the (long) weekend down to Union Square to hit Old Navy’s crazy clearance floor, buy new sneakers for tennis and check out the latest offerings at one of my new favorites, The Container Store. As I was riding the J-Church back to my new apartment (Aside: Oh yeah, Ben and I live together now in a cute place across from Dolores Park. It’s not a big deal.), with bags taking up the seat to my side, I stared blankly out of the dirty windows, my eyes settling on a homeless man in dirty, and I mean soiled, clothes. Like, I couldn’t smell him but I knew he smelled, if that makes sense.



Anyway, here is this dirty old homeless man in ratty clothes, and what do I see him pull out of his little plastic shopping bag? An ODWALLA! Odwalla! That shit is expensive. I don’t even buy those delightful concoctions and I am getting paid. I truly hope that man stole someone’s groceries, because spending money on an Odwalla Fruit Smoothie is not smart.



Odwalla!

Hey, you. Who are you and what kind of job can you get me? Don't be shy.

I've never been the kind of blogger who inundates readers with links. I tend to skip those traditional web logs when I'm browsing. Instead, I gravitate toward sites filled with anecdotes, whether they're sometimes vague or mostly straight-forward. I prefer to use this place as a forum for the strange observations and random thoughts that often run through my head and rarely have any place in normal conversation.



(And here's one)



When I was 19 and someone said I could easily pass for 21 (those comments were few and far between), I was psyched, but if someone told me now, as I stare at 23, that I look 25, I'd ice them big time. The span between 18 and 25 is a very strange one...

I've been working at this hospital for about four months now, but I still can't get used to opening up bills for purchased livers.



Qty: 1

Type: Liver

Amt: $25,000



Very strange indeed.

More than one month of silence can be attributed to the increasingly obnoxious inconsistency of the House of Pleasure. I'm going to give the server a couple of days to stabilize before I get back to my trite observations of pop culture and bitches like you.

I'm in a very non-blog sort of mood, but I will leave you (for a while) with one thing:



Today as I was walking to the bus stop I saw a homeless man walk up to a little baby tree, pull down his pants, bend over and take a crap. What a way to start a day.